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CH. 1 The Dream
It was a stormy day all the elements of pain, regret, blood overshadowed over a pair of people huddled over the mud streaked concrete. All that was visible to these two were each other left alone with no feelings of the element that was drenching the young man and injured women. Only the tears and blood filled eachothers faces at this moment in time.
please please wake up!
All she could do was breathe or even attempt to clear her vision so she could take her one last glance at her love. This couldn't be happening to her she felt all the internal struggles of being aware that she was slipping, dying, emptiness.
and then there was darkness
a hallow cry filled the air that day, the rain fell harder as if to mirror that anger and sadness that the man felt for the loss of his love, his one and only, the only regret he had at that moment in time was he never strong enough to tell her exactly how he felt he always left everything else get in the way, his enemies, his jealousy. In that moment of time he kissed her lifeless lips and set out to exact revenge on the person who had caused this, the person who ripped the one good aspect of his life away, the man who left him empty inside.
In that exact moment as the man turned to walk away, a flash of light filled the air and with that the rain disappeared and white and black feather floated through the air. A sweet melody filled the air
win dain a lotica
en viture silota
fin dain a loluca
edragua silien
wings formed from behind the young mans back and as he turned to look back at the women, with the short honey hair, green eyed beauty he found that all trace of her had disappeared, like she has never been real he looked up and saw a mixture of black and white wings fluttering the a warm blue light, one since stone fell as she disappeared into the young mans hand………
Van sat up in bed drenched with sweat and tears. He had been having this dream every night, ever since the battles had been occurring between him and the Zeibach. He couldn't help but feel that one day he would have to face the moment in time that he kept dreaming about, and how he could prevent such a painful experience, the only thing that satisfied him was that the beautiful winged goddess he saw within his dreams being tortured and in pain, had never met him before……. clenching the same stone that had appeared within his dream Van fell back into a restless sleep.
AHHHHH what do you guys think!
this is my very first fic ever and it would be really great to have input and whether I shouldn't continue or go crawl in a hole and cry that my story isn't like. Well tell me what ya think!